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Midoriya kept his head bowed low. Respectful. Demure.
He never knew whether he was praying to be noticed or praying not to be. The Kami were never kind regardless.
He stood in a line with other men and women, boys and girls. Better him than one of the younger ones. There were few men, not as popular as the women and kids. Midoriya didn't really know if he counted as a man yet, but he hadn't been a child for a long time.
“This is a very important client,” the matron said sternly as she walked up and down the line. “Whoever is chosen must be at their very best. You shall be rewarded handsomely. Michio, hand out the blindfolds.”
Michio came walking down the line with an ornate plate layered in black strips of thick silk. Midoriya took one as it passed before him and tied the blindfold over his eyes, blocking out the dull red glow of the dimly lit room.
“Senpai?” The little girl next to him whispered quietly.
“You won't have to keep wearing it, it's just so that only the selected know who the client is,” Midoriya whispered back gently, putting a comforting hand softly on her shoulder. Let her stay a student. Let her stay a little cleaning girl. Kami be cruel to him, not her.
The rustling of headbands slowly receded into the quiet of the soft koto plucking, the music a mimicry of peace in the tense air.
“Right this way sirs,” the matron simpered as the paper door slid open. “We've cancelled all our appointments and brought out even our fresh plums, I'm sure you shall find exactly what you're looking for here.”
“Hmph,” a deep gruff voice huffed skeptically. The mens’ footsteps were startlingly soft for how large that voice had sounded. “Which are virgins?”
The girl next to Midoriya let out a soft quiet whimper.
“Bow if you are still untouched,” the matron said sweetly. Midoriya heard the rustling of those bowing. He did not join them. Sometimes he could get away with pretending but one of his regulars left too many marks for him to do so now.
“Send them out,” the man said, his voice sounded incredibly familiar. “Only one of experience will do here.”
“Of course, sir,” the matron said, hiding her surprise well, although not perfectly. “Michio, lead them out.”
A number of people were led out, the girl included and Midoriya held back a sigh of relief that she had lied and bowed.
“If you want experience,” the matron simpered. “I recommend one of my flowers.” Her voice changed to a sharp order. “Flowers, bow.”
Midoriya bowed.
“Good, good, son, choose one of these,” the man said.
“You’re not choosing for me?” A younger man asked in a bored voice, as if he could care less.
“No, this must be your choice,” the man said sternly.
“I still hardly know the point of this,” the boy sighed. “What am I supposed to be choosing for?”
“Son-!”
“If I may sir?” The matron simpered. Midoriya was surprised she interrupted him. The man grunted his assent. “Young sir, you should choose one that stirs you. Walk around them, look closely, touch them. If there is one you find yourself drawn to, that you wish to keep touching, then choose that one. Do not be shy in your inspection.”
Midoriya shuttered. He hated most the groping hands of an ‘inspection’ let alone blind folded.
“Father…”
“Do it.” The man ordered gruffly. The younger man sighed in a put upon manner.
“Straighten up so that he may see you,” the matron ordered. Midoriya straightened into a tall but demure position. One so beaten into him now, it was second nature.
“Why are they blindfolded?” The young man asked from just to Midoriya's right. He hadn't heard him approach.
“Don't be ridiculous,” the man scoffed. “We can't have them ruining your reputation.”
“Will they stay blindfolded?”
“Not your chosen, unless you find it appealing, in which case it could be arranged,” the matron said.
Midoriya felt a soft touch to his cheek and he fought not to jump in surprise. Just the gentle brush of fingertips lifting slightly at the blindfold on his cheek. Letting in a touch of soft red light but not enough to reveal any images. He leaned gently into the hand, knowing it would be what the matron wanted.
The hand slid away and he was left in darkness again. They stood in the gentle plucking of the koto for a long time. No sound of the man moving around the room was made. No sound of a girl startling from a lewd frisk like Midoriya expected. It was almost eerie in its absence.
“The matron may have infinite patience, but I do not,” the man almost yelled sometime later, sounding strained and angry. “Pick one.”
“You said to pick one I wished to touch?” The young man asked. “Will I be touching them?”
“Yes, or whichever you want to touch you,” the matron responded sweetly.
“Okay, him then,” the young man said from near the patron.
“A man, Sho- son? You wouldn't rather a woman?” The man asked, sounding disapproving.
“Was I supposed to?” The son asked, sounding completely bored. “I felt most like touching him.”
“There is nothing wrong with a young man,” the matron said kindly.
“So long as my son is the one doing the fucking,” the man said.
“Of course sir,” the matron replied easily. Then her voice said in a stern order “Michio, lead Deku to our best room.”
Midoriya took a sudden intake of breath. Him? He'd been chosen? The man hadn't even touched him, not really.
Suddenly Michio’s hand was on his low back, leading him from the room. There was the opening and closing of the paper door and then his blindfold was removed.
“You're prepared?” Michio asked.
“Of course,” Midoriya responded softly.
“Good,” Michio said as she walked in front of him down the hall. Normally the hall would be filled with the sounds of mostly girls at work in the rooms, but everyone had been cancelled for tonight so instead they were only chased by the fading sounds of the koto.
They walked to the estate room, the bed huge, pristine and laid out in silk bedding. Incense burned on the ornately decorated dresser and candles flickered around the perimeter.
“Look, as far as I can tell it seems the father has purchased this to get his son to lose his virginity. He said something about ‘making him a man’ or some bullshit,” Michio whispered, rolling her eyes. “You'll undoubtedly recognize the son. Don't mention it. Don't react and whatever you do, don't mention his father. Just try to make him comfortable and coax him into doing the deed. Do. Not. Fanboy.”
“Why would I-?”
“Shh, go,” Michio shoved Midoriya roughly into the room and slid the door shut.
Midoriya led himself over to the ornate tea table and kneeled behind it, sniffing briefly at the tea. It was hot and fresh.
“I won't have anyone peaking on him, I know it's common in these kinds of places,” the man was saying.
“Don't worry sir, we know discretion here,” the matron said. “Right in here, sir.”
“Shoto,” the man said sternly. “This is to remove distractions, not create them.”
“Yes, you've said.”
“Don't take that tone,” the man said, as if the young man hadn't been talking in that same bored and unaffected tone the entire time. Then the paper door slid open and in walked Shoto Todoroki himself, his eyes rolling as he slid the door shut in his father's face behind him.
Oh.
Don't. Fan. Boy.
“Would you like to partake yourself, it will help with the wait?” The matron simpered as they walked away.
“Yes, may as well, the red headed girls both caught my eye.”
“Good taste sir, do you have a preference?”
“Send them both.”
“Of course, sir, excellent choice.”
The hall door opened and closed.
They were left in silence.
“Would you like some tea first?” Midoriya asked.
Shoto, pro hero Shoto, who was only a year out of UA and already above top fifty. Rapidly approaching the top ten. With red and white hair even more vibrant in person then on the tiny tv Midoriya could sometimes watch in the morning when the other brothel workers were still sleeping. That Shoto nodded and kneeled on the other side of the table.
Midoriya poured the tea.
“I am Deku,” Midoriya said. “What might I call you?”
“Shoto is fine.”
Shoto sat like a prince. Proper and perfect and completely unaffected by it all as he took his tea. He sipped it with perfect manners and Midoriya did the same. Proper manners were beaten into the workers here, because this was supposed to be a high end place and something about appealing to the past made the place more prestigious, but for all the patrons wanting the ceremony, almost none did so properly.
Shoto did everything properly.
Midoriya wasn't entirely sure what to do with that, so he found himself hesitating over his tea.
“So, what now?” Shoto asked. Putting down his tea.
Midoriya stood and walked around the table, kneeling down next to Shoto so that their thighs touched. He reached down and grabbed one of Shoto’s hands. It was cold, with long fingers and already marked with a few scars.
“You said you wanted to touch me?” Midoriya offered.
“I suppose… more than the others,” Shoto said, then reached up and cupped Midoriya's face again. Rubbing his thumb gently across Midoriya's cheek.
“Would you like to kiss me?” Midoriya asked, noting Shoto’s fixation on his face. Midoriya generally avoided kissing when possible.
“Is that required?” Shoto asked.
“No,” Midoriya assured gently. “Nothing is required.”
“I meant required for the process. My father says this will help me be a hero,” Shoto said. “Like massage has. Help with my body and remove distractions. I hate him, but he generally knows what helps with hero work.”
“You like massage?” Midoriya asked.
“Yes, it can be painful but is quite useful for recovery,” Shoto said.
“Why don't we start with that?” Midoriya offered, standing and offering his hand for Shoto to stand with. Shoto took it but stood on his own, putting no weight in Midoriya's hand.
“Alright,” Shoto said.
Midoriya led him over to the bed and then untied Shoto’s robe and gently pushed it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Leaving him completely naked.
“Generally the massage therapists leave the room as I disrobe,” Shoto said.
“Yes, but this isn't just a massage,” Midoriya smiled as he removed his much more ornate robes so that he also stood before Shoto naked. To his relief, Shoto’s flacid cock twitched slightly with interest, although it stayed soft.
“So you must be naked too?” Shoto asked, sounding mildly curious for once.
“Generally, yes,” Midoriya said. “Come here.”
He pulled Shoto onto the bed and helped him lay down on his back. Midoriya reached into the ornate dresser for oil and came back to kneel above Shoto’s head. He wet his hands and held them out.
“Is this scent okay?”
“Yes, I like it,” Shoto said.
“Good, I'm glad.”
Midoriya reached his hands down to grab either side of Shoto's well muscled neck and began his long gentle strokes. Running over his shoulders, under his back and up his neck.
Shoto, he noticed, was actually warmer on half of his body. It wasn't even particularly subtle in the difference. He had a scar on his right shoulder that ran down his right arm. Midoriya felt a pang of longing for his life before the brothel. In that life, he'd have been so up to date with heroes he'd have known exactly which fight the scar was from.
He kept massaging Shoto’s neck until it was clear the man was relaxed. Less tense and no longer poised for action. Then Midoriya lifted Shoto's right arm and moved around the bed to kneel so that his thigh touched Shoto’s hip.
He began massaging Shoto’s arm. He let Shoto’s hand rest in his lap, letting it graze across him as it shifted with Midoriya's strokes.
“Sorry,” Shoto said reflexively, pulling his hand back slightly.
“Shoto,” Midoriya said, picking up Shoto's hand and resting his cheek against it. “For tonight, I am yours. You may touch me however and wherever you wish.”
“Anywhere?” Shoto asked softly, blinking his eyes open and peering up at Midoriya.
“Anywhere,” Midoriya repeated, letting go of Shoto's hand. Shoto very slowly let his hand slide down Midoriya's face and hesitantly danced it along Midoriya's neck. Midoriya tilted his head to give him more access.
“I've been told I'm not supposed to look or touch when someone is naked,” Shoto said. “Like in the hot springs, I was scolded for staring. I was just curious. I don't know why it's bad.”
“You need consent to look or touch someone naked,” Midoriya asked. “That's all.”
“And you consent?”
“I do.” For once Midoriya didn't really feel like he was lying. Something about Shoto’s sleepy curiosity was… cute. In all of Midoriya’s years enslaved here, he hadn't ever had an encounter like this one.
Shoto scrunched his brows in concentration as his eyes followed his fingers as they danced across Midoriya's skin. They slid from his neck to his collar bones, tracing their curves and then running along his sternum. Midoriya opened his chest to press into the touch slightly.
“Ah, sorry, this is affecting me,” Shoto said, blushing slightly and looking away, dropping his hand to the bed. “I can't really hide it… like this.”
Midoriya looked down and saw that Shoto had indeed become more erect. Not completely, but definitely more flushed than before.
“That's a good thing, Shoto,” Midoriya said, lifting Shoto's hand back up and grazing it over his own chest and nipple. Shoto turned his head back to look at him, a scrunched confusion knitted in his brow. “It's affecting me too. It's supposed to.”
Shoto glanced down at Midoriya's lap before looking up quickly.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to look,” Shoto said.
“You can look, just like you can touch. Anywhere Shoto,” Midoriya said. He let go of Shoto's hand, which stayed by Shoto’s power resting on Midoriya's pec. He brought his own hand down to trace along Shoto’s chest.
Shoto cupped Midoriya's pec and rubbed his thumb over the nub of his nipple. Making Midoriya gasp quietly. Shoto’s eyes widened and he did it again, to the same effect.
“That's… okay?” Shoto asked, his voice sounding more affected than it had before now.
“Good,” Midoriya breathed out, then he did the same to Shoto, making him jump slightly.
“Feels weird when you touch me there,” Shoto said. “Different from when I clean myself. Your quirk?”
“No quirk,” Midoriya said. “That's just how it works for some bodies.”
“Oh, so that's why you make sounds?”
“Yes, I like the feeling,” Midoriya said. Although generally he could care less, it did feel nice under Shoto's curious fingers.
“Oh… do it again,” Shoto said. Midoriya did, grazing the nipple and then rolling it slightly between his fingers. Shoto arched slightly. “Oh… I think… I think I like it.”
“This certainly says so,” Midoriya said lightly, tracing his hand down and grazing across Shoto's now hard erection. Shoto jerked violently at the touch.
“Ah, that's, I'm sorry,” Shoto said. “I would normally hide it in pants but…”
“I don't want you to hide,” Midoriya said. “Then how would I be able to do this?”
He ran his oil slicked hand along the length and then gripped it. It was flushed hot in his hand. Long and smooth. Not half cold like the rest of Shoto, which was a little disappointing.
“Oh I-” Shoto choked out, hand suddenly dropping to grip tightly at Midoriya's hip. “Thats-”
Midoriya continued running his hand up and down Shoto's length. Watching as the man threw his head back and closed his eyes. He was used to having to work harder for men to fall apart in his hands. The way Shoto’s red and white hair tangled as he tossed his head side to side was mesmerizing.
This was fun, Midoriya realized.
Smiling, he moved over sideways and bent down to take Shoto into his mouth. He licked around the head and then took the entire length down his throat. Shoto gasped and bucked before scrambling up onto his elbows to look down at Midoriya.
“Wha-what are you? Oh! Wait!”
Midoriya pulled off with a pop.
“Too much?” Midoriya asked, stroking the spit slick length gently.
“No, no, that's- it was- is this? You- You're actually-” Shoto struggled, his bored tone completely gone as he panted frantically. Then, in a very quiet whisper, as if embarrassed and unsure he asked, “please don't stop.”
Midoriya immediately returned his mouth to the head, squeezing his wet lips to create a tight hole to press into.
“Ah!” Shoto cried, throwing his head back. Midoriya let him jerk his hips up into his mouth. He began bobbing his head in time with Shoto's erratic thrusts. A few thrusts later and Shoto jerked hard and spilled a huge load down Midoriya's throat.
Midoriya swallowed a few times before pulling off and sitting up. Shoto was completely limp on the bed. Limbs spread out like a starfish, his hair wild and face slightly sheened. His eyes were closed and his breath came in big gulping gasps of air.
Midoriya moved to lean gently against Shoto's hip again and waited for him to recover. He felt… serene. A soft smile on his face and no impatience or discomfort as he waited.
He was… actually enjoying himself.
Long moments later, Shoto blinked his eyes open. He looked around hazily till he found Midoriya again. Midoriya began gently running his hand along Shoto's sternum again.
“That was- I've never-” Shoto struggled, his voice quiet and gasping. Awed.
“Better than when you touch yourself?” Midoriya asked softly, unable to resist the smile that spread across his face. Shoto reached up with a shaky hand to cup Midoriya's face again. Midoriya leaned into his palm.
“Touch myself?” Shoto asked. “I've only ever… touched myself there to clean and pee… I could do that… to myself?”
“You've never… you've never masturbated before?” Midoriya asked, unable to hide his shock.
“I've heard people talk about that, but… I was told it was bad so I never looked up how,” Shoto shrugged, looking away and dropping his hand.
Midoriya picked up his hand and held it between his, running his thumb along the knuckles. He closed his eyes and tried to push down his surprise.
“So, did you like it? Your first orgasm?” Midoriya asked, trying to sound casual, like asking if someone liked their food. It seemed to work because Shoto looked back at him.
“I've never felt anything like it,” Shoto said. “It was… amazing. You're sure it's not your quirk? It feels like a quirk effect.”
“No quirk,” Midoriya said softly, feeling a little pang with the statement.
“I didn't um…” Shoto hesitated, looking away slightly flushed again.
“Didn't what?” Midoriya asked.
“I didn't pee did I? Only it felt like… something came out…” Shoto whispered. Midoriya blinked at him, then smiled.
“That's normal,” Midoriya said, trying to sound reassuring but finding himself blushing too. “Um… it's… you know… cum… not pee.”
“Come?” Shoto asked. Midoriya brought his hand up to cover his face as he flushed.
“Y-yes,” Midoriya squeaked, then swallowed. He took a breath to regain his composure. “You know… sperm.”
“Oh… oh!” Shoto said. “I do remember them talking about that I think.”
“Yes, it's normal,” Midoriya said.
“It doesn't… taste bad?” Shoto asked, searching Midoriya's face.
“Not yours,” Midoriya smiled softly.
They sat in silence for a moment while Shoto clearly steeled himself to say something else. Midoriya gave him the space to work up to it.
“Can we do it again?” Shoto finally asked.
“If you can get hard again,” Midoriya said, blushing slightly at the straightforward statement, but he felt like Shoto needed straightforward.
“Oh,” Shoto said, looking down at his own spent erection. “I don't really know how to do that, it just happens sometimes.”
Midoriya couldn't keep the smile off his face again. Even the littlest kids the snatchers brought in weren't this naive. It was cute.
Midoriya sat up and moved to straddle Shoto's thighs so that his erection was right up against Shoto's. Midoriya was actually hard, which didn't always happen.
“Touching helps,” Midoriya said, bringing both of Shoto's hands up to his chest before bringing his own down to Shoto’s.
Shoto took in a shuddering breath as he let his hands wander down Midoriya's body. Looking at him with that intense curiosity from before. Midoriya let his own hands run sensually along Shoto. Tweaking his nipples and dancing across areas to search out erotic zones.
“Does… does kissing help?” Shoto asked hesitantly. “I find… I want to kiss you now, I think.”
“It can,” Midoriya smiled, leaning forward more and resting his weight in his hands on Shoto’s shoulders. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”
He kinda found he didn't want to steal Shoto’s first kiss. Maybe that, at least, should be meaningful. Shoto nodded though.
“I played spin the bottle once in the dorms,” Shoto said. “I didn't like it much, so I don't know why I want to now.”
“We can always stop,” Midoriya whispered, bringing his lips close to Shoto’s. Shoto reached up to cup his cheek again, almost reverently and Midoriya closed his eyes and pressed their lips together.
A soft, modest kiss at first. Not the kind he was used to, but it felt right here. Shoto kissed back a little awkwardly, lips a bit too pursed. Like a caricature of a kiss. It made Midoriya smile into it before he forced his tongue between Shoto's hot-cold lips and into his mouth. Shoto gasped in surprise, letting Midoriya deepen the kiss.
Shoto seemed to get the idea, licking back against Midoriya quickly. He was pleased to find that Shoto’s tongue was also split in temperature. It made kissing him a dancing mix of many sensations.
They kissed for a while, hands tangled in hair as Midoriya rocked slightly into Shoto. Shoto pulled away first, tilting his head to the side and letting out a huff of steam. Midoriya had to pull his hand away from the too hot air so as not to get burned.
“Sorry,” Shoto said. “I'm having a hard time regulating…”
He took in another breath of air and let out another long puff of steam.
“That's okay,” Midoriya said fondly, running a hand through his hair. “Kissing good then?”
“Yes, very good,” Shoto said, turning back to face him. “I think I am almost ready again for… for that.”
Midoriya pulled back and sat up. Shoto wasn't perfectly erect but much firmer. He gripped both his own and Shoto’s cock in his hand and squeezed. Shoto keened, throwing his head back and letting out more steam. His hands falling to his sides to grip the blanket.
“Almost,” Midoriya said and leaned down to kiss Shoto again. Not letting go of their erections, pumping his hand along them. Shoto moaned into his mouth, bucking his hips slightly.
He pumped Shoto the rest of the way to full hardness while kissing him and then sat up and lined up Shoto with his entrance. He was already well lubed, most clients did not have the patience for prep so he did that himself before the night started. It was nice now, as Shoto certainly wouldn't have known how.
“Ready?” Midoriya asked.
“Yes,” Shoto breathed, looking sort of nervously at Midoriya. Midoriya smiled and slowly sank down onto Shoto's long hot cock. The heat filling him, familiar but not unwelcome.
Shoto threw his head back again, his hands grasping desperately at Midoriya's hips as he gasped loudly.
Okay, Midoriya was still definitely having fun.
He lifted his hips and dropped them back down, making Shoto arch and cry out a sharp, surprised “oh!”
“Deku! Deku!” Shoto called out sounding desperate. “It's so much! Ah! It's so much more than- ah!”
Midoriya stilled, fully flush against Shoto's hips to let Shoto catch his breath. He reached down and brushed some red hair from Shoto's face.
“Yes, this is sex proper,” Midoriya said. “Before was just oral.”
“O-oh,” Shoto gasped.
“Ready?” Midoriya asked gently.
“Please,” Shoto moaned. Midoriya lifted his hips again and began a sensual pace. Grinding forward and squeezing his walls around Shoto's cock inside him.
Shoto fell apart underneath him. One of his hands heated almost painfully hot and the other frigidly cold. His grip tight as he grasped desperately at Midoriya's thighs. His face alternated between an expression of desperate, close-eyed ecstasy and looking up at Midoriya hazy and lustful. He kept huffing out little puffs of steam, like he didn't even know he was doing it. Midoriya wondered if he'd been doing this during the blowjob and he just missed it.
“P-please,” Shoto begged after a while of Midoriya's torturous pace. Midoriya doubted Shoto knew what he was begging for, but Midoriya did.
He picked up his pace instantly, impaling himself over and over onto Shoto's now incredibly hard cock. The brutally fast pace had Shoto arching up under Midoriya, actually managing to lift Midoriya up some with Shoto's hero-hardened muscles. Midoriya did his best not to lose rhythm.
“D-Deku!” Shoto cried desperately, before seeming to find some instinct in him to thrust up into Midoriya. Midoriya matched Shoto's desperate rhythm.
It didn't take long from there before Shoto stuttered up and came with a loud groan. Midoriya could feel heat flood his insides over and over. Most clients were forced to wear condoms unless they paid handsomely like now, so Midoriya gasped lightly at the sensation.
Shoto collapsed onto the bed, his hands falling limp, his chest heaving for air.
Midoriya stayed seated on him, watching him with a fond smile. He looked so wiped out. Red and white hair now in complete disarray.
“Wow,” Shoto breathed eventually. He opened his eyes to look at Midoriya again, bringing one lazy hand to dance along his collarbone. He then dropped his hand down to graze over Midoriya's erection. “What about you?”
“I didn't want to make a mess on you,” Midoriya smiled.
“But I've made one inside you, I can feel it,” Shoto said.
“That's okay,” Midoriya said. “I like it.”
“Oh… can I…” Shoto asked.
“Whatever you want, you just have to ask,” Midoriya said.
“Can you… show me how… to touch myself?” Shoto asked, flushing and biting his kiss-swollen lips.
Midoriya reached down and took his own hard erection in hand. He began pumping the length of it in slow and deliberate strokes. He was so turned on, he hardly had to play up his performance.
“Y-yeah, like that,” Shoto said breathlessly. “Y-you can make a mess on me. It's okay.”
“Mmm, Shoto,” Midoriya moaned, picking up his pace. He gasped and moaned, aware he was being watched by those intense mismatched eyes.
He pressed his cock into his own stomach as he came to keep the mess mostly on his own stomach and not Shoto's. Shoto gasped under him as he came.
“I… I could feel you spasm as you came,” Shoto gasped.
“Too much?” Midoriya asked.
Shoto just shook his head no.
“I don't think I can go again though unfortunately,” Shoto said. “I want to but I feel… I don't know how to describe it. Is this the point?”
“Yes, and to feel good,” Midoriya said. He pulled himself off of Shoto and squeezed to keep the mess in. He walked over to the cabinet that held the hot towel heater and pulled out a towel, before returning to run the towel gently over Shoto. Cleaning up Midoriya's cum and the sweat.
Shoto sighed and closed his eyes under the touch, letting Midoriya run the hot towel over him until it cooled. Midoriya used it to clean himself up before tossing it aside.
“Can I see you again?” Shoto asked, rolling over to curl around where Midoriya sat on the bed.
“Of course,” Midoriya said. “I'm always here. I'd be very happy if you came back to see me.”
“Really?” Shoto asked and he sounded… vulnerable. Midoriya leaned down and kissed his forehead.
“I'd much prefer to spend an evening with you than anyone else,” Midoriya said genuinely.